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She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm sure. Show me how an Alpha fully claims his mate."

A growl rumbled deep in his chest, and he moved up her body, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His hands framed her face, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that caused her toes to curl. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of him pressing against herthigh, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

"You're mine," he growled against her lips, his voice thick with possession.

She gasped as he entered her in a slow and deliberate motion, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. The stretch was intense, but it was exactly what she wanted—what she needed. She felt so full and complete, as if he was the missing piece she'd been searching for all her life.

"Zev," she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders. "You feel… incredible."

He groaned, his forehead resting against hers. "You're so tight and so perfect."

And then he began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one driving her closer to the edge. She matched his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his, her body moving with a wild abandon she'd never known she was capable of. It was primal, raw, and utterly intoxicating.

"Yes," she moaned, her nails digging into his back. "Just like that. Don't stop."

He growled, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. She could feel the pressure building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until she was teetering on the edge of release. But she held on, wanting to wait for him, wanting to feel him come undone with her.

"Chrissy," he said, his voice rough with need. "I'm close. I'm going to mark you now. Are you ready?"

She nodded, her breath coming out in short, shallow gasps. "Yes. Do it. Mark me. Make me yours."

He leaned down, his teeth lengthening, and then they grazed the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. She felt a sharp pain as his teeth pierced her flesh, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure so intense it sent her over theedge. She cried out, her body convulsing around him as he thrust into her one last time. His own release crashed over him, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

He licked her wound, sealing the mark, and then collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her heart still racing.

"You're mine forever now," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "My mate. My Luna."

She smiled, her fingers tracing the mark on her neck. "And you're mine now. Forever."

He kissed her softly, his lips lingering against hers. "Together forever."

EIGHTEEN

ZEV

Zev woke up with the first light of dawn streaming in through his floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows. His muscles were still pleasantly sore from the night before when he fully claimed Chrissy and marked her as his mate, officially making her his Luna. The weight of Chrissy's head rested against his chest, her dark hair spilling across his arm. He couldn't resist trailing his fingers lightly down her bare shoulder, marveling at the softness of her skin.

His eyes fixed on the mark at the junction of her neck and shoulder—his mark. Though barely hours old, it was already healing, the angry red giving way to a perfect impression of his teeth that would forever brand her as his. A surge of possessive pride rushed through his veins, hot and potent.

"Mine," he whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead.

Seven days ago, Zev Landon had been simply the owner of an exclusive island resort, Alpha of the Isle Luna pack, and a committed bachelor with no intention of changing his status. Then Chrissy Rivera had stepped off that helicopter, and his entire world had tilted on its axis.

Now, everything felt right. Complete. As though he'd been walking through life with a missing piece he hadn't even realized was gone until she filled it.

"You're going to make me a better Alpha," he murmured against her hair. Her wild, carefree spirit had already begun to temper his rigid perfectionism, loosening the tight control he'd maintained for so long.

Zev knew the threat of Marty loomed somewhere beyond their island paradise. By now, the manager would have realized Chrissy never boarded his plane, and his retaliation was inevitable. But Zev had complete faith in Ewan and the security protocols they'd put in place. For today, at least, he wanted to savor this new beginning.

He pressed his lips to the curve of her ear. "Wake up, Luna."

Chrissy stirred against him, her body stretching like a cat's before her green eyes fluttered open. "Mmm, morning," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

"I have plans for us today," Zev announced, his hand sliding possessively down her naked back.

She blinked up at him, suddenly more alert. "What kind of plans? Should I be worried?"

Zev laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. "No, not worried. How do you feel about trying one of my favorite hobbies?"

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